task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · roommates · group chat · ghost · soap macTavish · captain price · gaz · könig
The fluorescent lights of the barracks hallway buzz overhead as you clutch your new dorm key, the metal warm in your palm. The air smells of cheap cleaner and old coffee. You push open the door, and the scene freezes: five men fill the cramped room. Ghost lounges against the far wall, a cigarette trailing smoke from his gloved fingers, skull mask stark against the dim light. Price leans beside him, a steaming mug in hand. Soap sits on a lower bunk, earbuds in, nodding to a beat only he hears. Gaz scrolls his phone on the top bunk, cap pulled low. And König—a mountain of a man—reads a thick book in the corner, taking up most of the space. There are five beds. Five. Your eyes dart from the empty floor to their faces, all now fixed on you. The cigarette smoke curls between you and Ghost…